A/N Do not hate me please. I am working on Second Chances. I really am! I just heard a song today and it wouldn't leave me... so while watching the Ice Hockey World's Championship I created this. Was supposed to be one-shot but has gotten a bit too long so I'm splitting it up.
Timeline & spoilers – set after 3x23
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Chloe woke up with a crazy headache. It was rather dark around her and she had troubles focusing on her surroundings. She tried to recall the previous events but she couldn't remember anything past dropping Trixie at school. She got into her car then and drove over to the precinct ... and nothing. Emptiness.
She realized that she was having a blindfold over her eyes so she took it off. She guessed she was in some sort of a cell. The room was all metal with one small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was air vent up on one of the walls and one if she could see properly also a shelf in the corner. She couldn't find any doors though.
Aside from her headache she couldn't feel any injuries so she tried to stand up. She collapsed with a cry of pain. Okay – something was wrong with her leg. And by stepping on it she just probably made it much worse. She tried really hard not to vomit, the feelings she felt were nauseating. Her ankle was killing her.
Only when her stomach calmed down she tried to look around more – behind her and to the other side of the room.
And there she saw him slumped in the corner. Lucifer. He was locked there with her and still unconscious. That didn't look good.
She didn't even dare to try to stand up but she could somewhat crawl so she moved over to him. He had blood on the side of his face. She checked for pulse and breathing and he was alive. She tried to wake him up and although it took her a lot of effort she managed.
Lucifer groaned. He knew something was wrong. And he was in pain which meant the Detective had to be nearby. He slowly opened his eyes only to find her looking at him with concern.
"Detective..."
"Hey... easy... how are you?"
"Well I've got splitting headache."
"Welcome to the club."
"What happened? Where are we?"
"I have no idea. I woke up not so long ago. What is the last thing you remember?"
And he had to think about that.
"I left the penthouse and drove over to the precinct. I remember parking my car but ... then nothing. Then you."
"Well we're missing about the same amount of time. Somebody probably knocked us out and took us here. Wherever it is." Chloe noted.
Lucifer looked at her and touched the dried blood in her hair.
"How are you detective?"
"Well I've got headache."
"As you have said before and evidence supports it as you have blood in your hair." He quipped in.
"Plus I think my leg is broken." She sad and Lucifer noticed for the first time the colour of her skin – she was white as a sheet of paper. She was probably sick.
"Let me see." And he moved over. He touched her ankle softly and she screamed. He apologized and continued. He could feel one of the bones not being as it should be under his hands.
"I'm afraid you were correct." He told her. "I need to get you out of here as fast as possible." He added and started to search the tiny space they had. He found what seemed to be the door but there was no way he could open it – not even his abilities were of use.
Chloe watched him and knew this was hard for him. Being trapped there with her not really knowing what was going on... After the little kiss they shared on the balcony she was hoping for some time alone with him outside work but this was surely not what she had imagined.
Was it really just yesterday? She couldn't believe it.
Lucifer sat down and didn't even bother with keeping distance. It was cold in there and he needed to feel her warmth next to him.
"Ideas?"
"No. You?"
"Well they sealed the door from the outside. We have light, we have air. I also found some absolutely useless supplies. And if I am not mistaken it's getting colder here." Lucifer told her and she could only agree – not happy about it.
"Do you think this has something to do with yesterday? With Charlotte?" He continued.
"I don't know. It might. But doesn't have to."
"Whoever did this had to be watching us, following us. And they knocked us out at the precinct so I'm sure someone will notice our absence soon."
"Or not as we are grieving today and weren't supposed to come to work at all." She told him and the hopeful smile he had on his face was gone in instant.
"Well... if they wanted us dead they would have probably killed us right away, correct?"
"Probably yeah. I've been thinking about it as well. They want us alive. They have a purpose for us."
"Any ideas what kind of place this is?"
"Could be a cell, freezer, panic room... Could be also a ship container... I don't know."
And he noticed the change in her voice. Not thinking about it twice he put his arm around her shoulders. He needed that as much as she did. Reassurance. She sighed contently, shivers running up and down her body. She was cold and she was tired.
"Hold me, Lucifer." She said softly and he couldn't think of a reason why wouldn't he. So she snuggled closer careful about her injured leg, closed her eyes for a moment and fell asleep lulled by the steady thump-thump of Lucifer's heart.
